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Monday, 8 September 2014


As a kid when I stammer,

She understood all,

Language was no barrier,

She made me walk,

Gave me strength,

Sang lullaby,

To made me sleep in the lap of dreams,

In fever when I simmer,

Healing touch she gave,

In quietness,

She let the silence speaks,

Now when she has grown old,

Weak and frail,

Unable to walk and talk,

But still wait,

Hard of hearing,

But still caring,

Whispering steps of mine,.

Made her vibrant,

Poor sight but good vision,

Feels me from distance,

In the twilight of her age,

She wants all light on me,

In her prayers,

She cares for me,

A complete woman,

Mother as she is.